Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Imagination Maintenance
Can I come inside and read for a while? It's kind of like my imaginative world energy levels are getting low and my thinking is getting overheated like a chain gun. I need to recharge and cool my imagination energy with reading. -Boookie, age 9, after playing outside, getting "imaginative wiggles" out
Monday, September 15, 2014
The old is new
The hobbitling boys have a new favorite album, AC-DC's Back in Black. They only listen to some of the tracks, but it turns out they already knew a number of the tracks from movies. The Mayor realized he had to purchase the album after hearing a 4-year-old's rendition of "Back in Black" being belted out from the bathroom toilet stage.
When he was a wee lad, the Mayor used to dance to the "worldly" rock music being blasted by the Wazzu college kids across the street, saying, "I can't help it, Mama - the music makes me dance!"
When he was a wee lad, the Mayor used to dance to the "worldly" rock music being blasted by the Wazzu college kids across the street, saying, "I can't help it, Mama - the music makes me dance!"
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Tanks for Breakfast
I don't want to eat oatmeal. I wish I was driving a tank! - Seimi, age 4
Also available as an inspirational poster.

Saturday, September 6, 2014
Huge Bluberries
Those were the biggest blueberries I ever seen in my life! -Seimi, age 4, after eating a plum he picked off the sidewalk as we walked back from the grocery store
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Cabbage fun
The residents of Michael Delving spent the weekend down at the cabbage with GranDma and Apu. The hobbitlings were overjoyed to drink coffee with breakfast both mornings we were there.
Boookie with the Navy Lodge mug.
Ela with the Hugmug from Great Grandma Ruth
Seimi with a Starbucks Demi mug.Eejee, aka Eej, seen here posing in his moustache jammies with his moustache.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Not a Lion King fan
The littlest hobbitling, Eejee, was being prepped for a bath, and on the way into the bathroom, the Mayor hoisted him in the air, Rafiki-style, and sang,
Naaaants een-vwen-yaaaaaaa ma-ba-gee-chi-ba-ba!
Mr. E was not a fan, and he burst into the funniest, angriest, most wronged baby rage you could ever hope to see.
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